It's late

and I can't sleep

I've got swollen eyes

sad and restless feet

There's a flood

Covering half the street

And the cars keep flying down

sailing off into the deep

I've got you on my mind

Isn't that so... predictable?

So this is the song I write

Isn't it so... original

I know you'd never lie

Though at times we all stretch the truth

I'm sorry it's taken me

so damn long

to trust you

We've all got low self-esteem

It's the modern curse

WHen I was young I got told I loved myself too much

I thought that must be worse

I found it so hard to believe

That love could truly be

...unconditional

So I had to run away

Again and again

Guess I became

Predictable

Is this my story?

Coz it's not quite

What I thought it would be

Somewhere I got distracted

Somehow lost conviction

It isn't you, it's me, oh

So this is how I fight

Isn't that so... reprehensible?

You'd think I could hold my own light

Well, at least my weakness is dependable

Yeah, you can depend on me to cry

Isn't it understandable?

I'm just trying to build my own belief

That some day I'll be capable